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Okay, sorry it took a bit longer than expected. Distractions in the form of math homework came along...Here's the prologue to the little story, just put together so forgive any mistakes.Spoiler: show{prologue} Emil crossed his arms with a fake grumble as they laughed. Tuuri shook her head, stifling a giggle, "I don't think that could've happened..." The cleanser scoffed. "It did! It did! They all respected me after that!" He said, accidentally smiled. "I killed the giant Sigrun-style, I'm telling you!" Sigrun reached over from her seat and ruffled his hair. "I'm flattered..." The captain grinned before breaking out in to laughter again. Lalli glowered at them all from his corner, mumbling something about 'too loud'. Reynir and his fellow mage were the only ones not laughing. The Icelander looked, almost, star struck, as if he believed Emil's story. They had all just finished swapping their stories from the past, what was it now, maybe three? years they had been apart. The first mission was such a success! No one had died, so that was, of course, an improvement from the expectations. But many of the books, though they were of various subjects and odd topics, had been valuable. Another improvement. So obviously, if it went well the first time, it must end even better the second time. Thus another mission was soon planned and the old crew notified. They all accepted, Reynir grudgingly, and gathered at the base as soon as they could. Now they were fully prepared (amazingly) and enjoying their week of peace together before heading out in to the Silent World once again. This time, it was somewhere north... Between Norway and Sweden's northern most cleansed areas, but a little farther in to the Silent lands. Lalli had learned some Swedish from his cousin over the years so he could communicate with the others if they ever met again. A troll had nearly broken in to Keuruu. Tuuri had been promoted. The basic news and a few stories from those two. Emil, of course, had all of his 'adventures' from working as a cleanser. Sigrun had her riveting tales of danger and suspense from troll hunting. Reynir had begun the proper form of education for mages. And now he could do something more than see 'ghosts', Emil had mused. Mikkel seemed reluctant to share anything, more interested in listening to the others. Eventually, they decided, they had to get some sleep. So off they went. They all had dreams of the months of adventure they had shared those few years ago, and, unsurprisingly, Lalli had ended up sleeping under someone's bed.
If you find a problem, just tell me. Gentle criticism would be good. I know I'm writing the sentences weird. I just don't know, they don't look right to me, so if you know what I'm doing wrong please say.
Okay, I am officially intrigued.As for problems, if you left some spaces in between your paragraphs, it would make the story a lot easier to read. I've found that a line of --------'s or ******'s works fairly well if you need to indicate a break.
Right, sorry... Fixed? Possibly?Sorry, I was taught to only put an indentation, so I'm stuck in the habit of it. I'll fix that on the next chapters...
Further to AUs, we've had high school, coffeeshop, time travel, western, jazz age, prohibition-era Chicago, modern era Scandinavia where the Rash worked out differently, science fiction, urban hipster, fairytale, nakki,...... Have I forgotten any?
*clumsily sneaks in to forum*Hello, I finally went through the whole (nearly, almost, who needs specifics...) fanfic thread and these are ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL! And uh, you people have me an idea...
Arrrr, mayhap ye have.Tall Ships & Taller TalesA “Stand Still. Stay Silent”/Pirate crossover fanficPart 3Prior partSpoiler: showThem As Eide’s Can FindsAt anchor off Water Island1610The sun was setting, turning the West into a dazzling light show as it dipped toward the water. Lalli Hotakainen sighed in contentment at being back in his crow’s-nest atop the mighty Sea-Lynx. He and Emil had been run to a frazzle trying to keep the Mariposa Reina prize crew from ripping each others’ throats out on a daily basis.Emil was playing least-in-sight, out of shame, if Lalli had to guess. As Acting Captain on the Mariposa Reina, Emil was responsible for the prize crew. He had mostly had to resort to threats of reporting the brawlers to Captain Eide; his failure to properly control his first crew on his own was obviously grievous to him.Captain Eide had decided that, as was their custom, the bulk of their haul would be interred on the nearby peninsula of Orkanhullet, far enough away from the pirate-ridden Water Island and the native-ridden harbor beyond that neither group would be like to venture in its environs. The rest of the spoils would be divided when they reached Tortola, where the crew would disembark, party until they were broke, and then trickle back to the Sea-Lynx.The Mariposa Reina herself would be scuttled, of course; sad as it was, since they couldn’t sell her and she was far too slow to be anything but a millstone on the Sea-Lynx’s neck, her fate was sealed.The familiar sound of Emil humming just slightly off-key set Lalli’s ears to twitching. Was it mess time already?Apparently it was, and apparently the Swede meant to join Lalli at their repast. This had been commonplace during their stint on the Mariposa Reina, and Lalli, being in a generous mood due to their return, decided not to protest.As inevitably as Emil spilling food on himself, the Swede also chose to take the opportunity afforded by their seclusion to unburden himself to Lalli, which the Finn again did not protest. Emil would come to a stop in his own time, and Lalli had learned to let the babble wash over him when the Swede had a mind to talk (and talk, and talk). Better him than Tuuri.Lalli jerked upright with a start, senses focussed on one thing: a twinkle on the horizon. His sudden move disconcerted Emil until Lalli grabbed his spy-glass.“What is it, Lalli?” Emil asked.After a long stretch of silent watching, Lalli finally answered with two words. “Túnfiskurinn, again.”Emil turned the darkening air blue with curses cribbed from the captain before scrambling down the rigging to tell her that they’d been found.*Sigrun had Emil going up to the crow’s nest and back like a yo-yo while she drew up her plans.The good news was that the yet-to-be-scuttled Mariposa Reina was opposite from where the Túnfiskurinn was lurking, so she might not have been spotted as yet. The bad news was that all of the loot was still aboard the Mariposa Reina.All they could do was risk an expedition by night to cache as much of the loot as they could, and then await what the dawn would bring...Spoiler: Authorial Notes • showWater Island is one of the US Virgin Islands today.Is that a sufficient reminder?So what's this "little fic" called?
Lazy8: Definitely squicky, but interesting. I take it the bug is something from the original? Do go on...
